I’d ask the point of words unspoken
But what need are there for expressions
Of unwarranted emotion to fragile ears
And shaded eyes?
I’d tell you, but what’s the point
If you never even listen or respond?
It’s a practice of volition
Faulty placed position
In your arms.
Oh, why am I alarmed when I
Hear your name
Or strain to hear cracks that break
Your heart?
It seems the balance is wary
In your favor
And nothing can save her
From toppling to her knees.
So, please pause and recognize
The fate that we’ll despise
Wrapped in lies and disguised
As our future
Not together, but apart.
A part within the motion
Of all complex emotion
Tied and broken
Only captured in the waves
That carry our farewells—
But soon we’ll purge from our blood
The poison that is our misdirected
Misconceptions of who we are
And what we suppose
Are our hopes.
Moonlit Poetry 